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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2009 20:50:41 GMT -5
Fantastic. We have people asking how whomever's doing, where they're going to eat...hell, the way things are here lately, someone may as well make that "My farts smell like Snitsky" thread Godz mentioned so long ago... What about a "My poo looks like Braden Walker" thread? Go for it!  |
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Post by Silent Brad on Jan 4, 2009 20:55:49 GMT -5
I'm eating dinner right now. Grilled chicken breast Half of a baked potato Green beans Carrots Peas Corn Broccoli  I love you for posting that gif. Zack and Miri FTW. |
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Post by Rube on Jan 4, 2009 20:57:29 GMT -5
I'm eating dinner right now. Grilled chicken breast Half of a baked potato Green beans Carrots Peas Corn Broccoli I love you for posting that gif. Zack and Miri FTW. I was wondering what it was from.  |
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Post by FrankGotch on Jan 4, 2009 22:17:54 GMT -5
Today thelastcall once again went to go eat dinner. So reads the first line in my journal for the date of January 4th 2009.
For most people dinner is a word that describes the evening meal, and nothing more. For a select few however, the word dinner brings with it fear,dread, anticipation, and the kind of rush reserved only for the strong of heart, and crazy brave. thelastcall just happens to be one of the latter.
Every night from the moment he was plucked from his mothers breast thelastcall has fought for his evening meal. During his formative years dinner meant that his father would throw a live rat in front of thelastcall and his brothers. Then the old man would watch with sick twisted delight as the young boys fought, and clawed at each other for just one bite of the diseased rodent.
It was a sick game, but it was a game he was good at. Slowly one by one the others vanished from the small dirt covered room where they spent their days waiting for "dinner". Until at last there were just two boys left. They had both managed to survive this long, but thelastcall knew that one of them had to go.
That night after his brother had gone to sleep thelastcall knew it was time. He slowly slithered toward the shadowy figure sleeping in the middle of the room. He tried his best to control his heavy breathing so as not to wake his sleeping prey. With sweaty shaking hands he grabed his brother by the chin, and the top of the scalp. A quick twist, a muffled cry, and it was all over.
When his father found thelastcall alone the next morning, he laughed and said "this one is truly mine." From that moment on the boy was in training. Every night his father would throw an animal into the room. At first just cats, and dogs, then pigs sheep, and cattle. With each kill thelastcall could feel his skills improving, each "dinner" became more delicious then the last, and each bite brought him one step closer to his ultimate destiny.
The wild savage power that each "dinner" brought kept growing, and building inside thelastcall. As days turned to months then into years,"dinner" became more, and more dangerous and wild. Soon the boy was feasting on lions, and bears. By the time thelastcall was13 he had grow tall, and strong, he was covered in hair, and resembled the wild beasts he ate more then the humans he was born to.
Like all true wild creatures thelastcall wished day, and night for freedom. His wish came true the night of December 4th 2001. That was the night that thelastcalls father made his first, and last mistake. His father in a drunken daze had walked into thelastcalls room thinking it was the bathroom. Within seconds the old man was dead and thelastcall was wondering the streets looking for his next "dinner".
The next few year were tough ones, but thelastcall survived. He slowly managed to blend in with the society around him. For the last couple years thelastcall has been working as a cart jockey for Walmart. Just like every "normal" person thelastcall now has an apartment, computer, and a girlfrind.
Yes, thelastcall has made a pretty good life for himself given all that he has gone through, but the demons still linger. Every evening just as twilight begins to fall, thelastcall can be seen leaving his house. Off once again to have some "dinner" and feed the insatiable blood lust that consumes his soul.
Tonight thelastcall had fish. Tomorrow Sea World will file a police report for a missing dolphin.
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Post by Lenny: Smooth like Keith Stone on Jan 4, 2009 22:21:06 GMT -5
I just pooped something shaped like a question mark.
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Post by Hypnotix on Jan 4, 2009 22:57:24 GMT -5
Did you use the Wunder Boner on the fish?
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Post by Mac on Jan 4, 2009 23:14:33 GMT -5
My dinner tonight was Chunky Soup, Beef w/ country veggies... my lunch however was a Papa Gino's Pepperoni Pizaa TO MY FACE!
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Post by thelastcall on Jan 4, 2009 23:14:51 GMT -5
Today thelastcall once again went to go eat dinner. So reads the first line in my journal for the date of January 4th 2009. For most people dinner is a word that describes the evening meal, and nothing more. For a select few however, the word dinner brings with it fear,dread, anticipation, and the kind of rush reserved only for the strong of heart, and crazy brave. thelastcall just happens to be one of the latter. Every night from the moment he was plucked from his mothers breast thelastcall has fought for his evening meal. During his formative years dinner meant that his father would throw a live rat in front of thelastcall and his brothers. Then the old man would watch with sick twisted delight as the young boys fought, and clawed at each other for just one bite of the diseased rodent. It was a sick game, but it was a game he was good at. Slowly one by one the others vanished from the small dirt covered room where they spent their days waiting for "dinner". Until at last there were just two boys left. They had both managed to survive this long, but thelastcall knew that one of them had to go. That night after his brother had gone to sleep thelastcall knew it was time. He slowly slithered toward the shadowy figure sleeping in the middle of the room. He tried his best to control his heavy breathing so as not to wake his sleeping prey. With sweaty shaking hands he grabed his brother by the chin, and the top of the scalp. A quick twist, a muffled cry, and it was all over. When his father found thelastcall alone the next morning, he laughed and said "this one is truly mine." From that moment on the boy was in training. Every night his father would throw an animal into the room. At first just cats, and dogs, then pigs sheep, and cattle. With each kill thelastcall could feel his skills improving, each "dinner" became more delicious then the last, and each bite brought him one step closer to his ultimate destiny. The wild savage power that each "dinner" brought kept growing, and building inside thelastcall. As days turned to months then into years,"dinner" became more, and more dangerous and wild. Soon the boy was feasting on lions, and bears. By the time thelastcall was13 he had grow tall, and strong, he was covered in hair, and resembled the wild beasts he ate more then the humans he was born to. Like all true wild creatures thelastcall wished day, and night for freedom. His wish came true the night of December 4th 2001. That was the night that thelastcalls father made his first, and last mistake. His father in a drunken daze had walked into thelastcalls room thinking it was the bathroom. Within seconds the old man was dead and thelastcall was wondering the streets looking for his next "dinner". The next few year were tough ones, but thelastcall survived. He slowly managed to blend in with the society around him. For the last couple years thelastcall has been working as a cart jockey for Walmart. Just like every "normal" person thelastcall now has an apartment, computer, and a girlfrind. Yes, thelastcall has made a pretty good life for himself given all that he has gone through, but the demons still linger. Every evening just as twilight begins to fall, thelastcall can be seen leaving his house. Off once again to have some "dinner" and feed the insatiable blood lust that consumes his soul. Tonight thelastcall had fish. Tomorrow Sea World will file a police report for a missing dolphin. 300 was loosely based on me And it was fried salmon |
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Post by Insomniac on Jan 4, 2009 23:18:26 GMT -5
Hey, he's back. Now I can stop crying in the corner of the room with the lights off and blinds closed.
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Post by Bob Schlapowitz on Jan 4, 2009 23:19:41 GMT -5
so........................
Was it good?
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Post by Mac on Jan 4, 2009 23:20:38 GMT -5
I had a rare tunasteak at Fat Cat in Quincy yesterday, AMAAZING
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Post by thelastcall on Jan 4, 2009 23:20:49 GMT -5
so........................ Was it good? We'll see when it comes out the other end It's a 24 hour process |
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Post by Milkman Norm on Jan 5, 2009 0:12:00 GMT -5
I had a rare tunasteak at Fat Cat in Quincy yesterday, AMAAZING lucky |
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Post by keithsells on Jan 5, 2009 0:31:14 GMT -5
I had subway.
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Post by Professor Chaos on Jan 5, 2009 0:55:04 GMT -5
Aww... Did you have fishsticks pookie wookie?
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Post by thelastcall on Jan 5, 2009 14:19:20 GMT -5
Aww... Did you have fishsticks pookie wookie? I ate them in a CONTROLLED FRENDZY |
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Jan 5, 2009 14:20:31 GMT -5
Hey, he's back. Now I can stop crying in the corner of the room with the lights off and blinds closed. Like that is any different than your usual Saturday Nights. |
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Post by rrm15 on Jan 5, 2009 14:26:33 GMT -5
I have to pee. I'll see you guys in a minute or two. I hope this place is still here...
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Post by Brandon Walsh is Insane. on Jan 5, 2009 14:38:50 GMT -5
I have to pee. I'll see you guys in a minute or two. I hope this place is still here... Hmm. Should I use my mod powers for evil and just outright ban him? I mean, that way, it seems like his bathroom break changed the entire board? At least then, his break would have some meaning. Hmm. With great power comes great responsibility. |
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Post by thelastcall on Jan 5, 2009 19:31:41 GMT -5
I ate subway for dinner tonight
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